Territory Tour [P]

[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



Dear Starclan, how much pent up energy and excitment did his apprentice have?! What in the world was it's mother doing to it that Maggotpaw acted like this? It worried Whisperinghive that the moment his apprentice saw an open, large expanse of an area, it's first thought was to run off. Did it hate clan life that much? But in the middle of those angry thoughts, his apprentice started to slow down. From a sprint to a jog to a canter and then flopping in the grass like a possum playing dead. The lanky warrior continued his sprint until he got closer to his apprentice, but that didn't take long. Whisperinghive slowed to a canter
then stopped when he was a fox-tail away from Maggotpaw. "Are you done? We need to get going." He asked, his tail lashing with slight annoyance as his dull green eyes glanced towards the sky, watching for birds. Whisperinghive reached out a paw, aiming to nudge his apprentice like he did with Strawberrykit. They were a bit alike, he realized. Both angry constantly, both stubborn, and both so so irritating. (Even if Whisperinghive didn't show it as much around Strawberrykit as he did around Maggotpaw)



@nyme

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AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 6 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

Maggotpaw siiiighs and picks its head up. "I was dead, you know. But I'll stop. Say thank you for stopping being dead." It orders, standing and shaking off and stretching before turning a long, appreciative look this way and that, all around at the wide expanse of grass. And here it thought the Starry Meadow had been nice...

Oh!

"The flowers," Maggotpaw gasps. "We need to go back and get them. Then we can keep going."

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[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]


Whisperinghive used every ounce of self control to not roll his eyes at Maggotpaw's 'orders'. He wanted to grab it by the scruff and drag it back to camp and make it stay in camp, but he knew he couldn't. "Nope." Whisperinghive he replied dryly. He just wanted to get this stupid tour over and go to sleep. "Fine. We'll get your flowers, and no more detors." The warrior said, his ears pinning back tightly.

@nyme (short, I'm so sorry)

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 6 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

"You're a bad listener." Maggotpaw remarks sternly. "Do you hate saying thank you? That means you don't have manners. Just by the way." Maggotpaw—who has never thanked another cat in their life—shook its head and turned, trotting back to where they'd abandoned their flowers before circling to return to Whisperinghive. It's moving rather slowly and clearly trying not to pant so obviously; tuckered out by one good run.

"M'readyyyy," it sings around the bundle of stems.

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[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]


Whisperinghive huffed loudly enough to let Maggotpaw know he was annoyed, his tail twitching violently one more time. He let his ears perk up again as he waited for his apprentice to get its flowers and circle back so they could continue the tour. The freeze started to whisper at his paws, but the warrior quickly dug his claws into the ground to shut it out. Perhaps he was letting his temper get to his head? Perhaps he was being a bit too mean and rude? Most likely. Ugh. How was Maggotpaw able to get under his fur like this? When his apprentice came back with its flowers, trying its hardest not to pant loudly, Whisperinghive stretched for a moment before heading to the Sky Glade, watching as the grass turned into constant heather. "You want some of these?" The warrior asked, stopping to turn back to look at Maggotpaw. "This is the Sky Glade. You see that lone Pine Tree over there? There's an abandoned rabbit warren down there." Whisperinghive explained, hoping Maggotpaw didn't run off and get lost in the tunnels.


@nyme

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 6 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

"Where did the rabbits all go?" Maggotpaw asks, though it's clearly more interested in the pretty heather that Whisperinghive has pointed out. It shoves its narrow little face into a cluster of the pleasant blooms. "Yeah I like these," Maggotpaw decides, awkwardly fishing to try and clip a stem with its teeth without dropping what all it's currently careying. This doesn't work. There's a whole painstaking process as Maggotpaw gathers everything back up plus the bit of trimmed blossoming heather. It does not seem bothered by how slow and clumsy it'd just been. Maggotpaw just wants to carry its pretty little decorations around.

"Actually I think the rabbits all saw your face and they ran away."

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[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



At least Maggotpaw was being.. alright? Polite wasn't the right word. Curious? Let's go with that. And it did like the heather thag covered the area around them, so that was a win. The warrior hummed slightly as he thought about their question, his eyes traveling back to the lone pine. Whisperinghive was going to make a guess about it, but Maggotpaw decided to be rude again. 'Actually I think the rabbits all saw your face and they ran away.' Excuse me?


"Really? I thought I saw them run off after they smelt your mangy pelt." Whisperinghive snapped back dryly, his tail prickling and twitching once more. At least the apprentice's struggle to get the heather was amusing.


@nyme

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 6 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

Maggotpaw's tail bushes up, indignant. "No," it says. "I'm gor-geous. I smell good. They would like looking at me and sniffing me." It really isn't; although it smells alright now that it's started caring about its hygiene a little more, 'mangy' is an almost reasonable descriptor. Maggotpaw's coarse cream coat is perpetually rumpled looking, and so thin on its face and lower legs that one can almost see pink skin there. This is honestly an ugly little cat to behold, but Maggotpaw seems to either not know this or not care. "They would like me so much that they would climb into my mouth and let me kill them. That's what happened, actually. I asked all the rabbits so sweetly to let me kill them and they liked me so much, so they did let me. And then everyone ate three rabbits a day for three moons."

It set its collected goodies aside and flopped into the heather, rolling and wriggling. Very maggoty. "Did we see everywhere? We walked forever already. My feet hurt."

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[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



Whisperinghive yawned, barely listening as his apprentice went on a rant about how the rabbits actually loved it, his tail twitching at them in slight amusment. "I'm sure that happened." He responded with dry sarcasm as he glanced at Maggotpaw. As the warrior stared over the waves of heather surrounding the two, he sighed in annoyance as the apprentice started to squirm and wiggle on the ground and complain about its paws.


"We have around three more places to see. Do you wanna continue, or are you too much of a kit that you can't walk too long?" Whisperinghive teased with sarcasm, turning to face the apprentice, his left paw aiming to bat at its tail.


@nyme

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 6 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

Maggotpaw moans pitifully. This is so much walkingggg what does Whisperinghive mean there's more. It's positive that its poor feet are going to be swollen up and bruised and then when they get home they'll fall off and Maggotpaw will be a cat with no feet and it will be all Whisperinghive's FAULT.

"I'm not a kit," it whines. "I'm a maggot and maggots don't walk this much. They wiggle." It tucks its tail in, trying to chase Whisperinghive's paw away with a swipe of its own. "Are the places good places to be?"

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